0 comments/ 36310 views/ 20 favorites Mystic Valley By: cactusjuggler I was excited all morning. I couldn't help feeling cheerful; I knew that I'd be receiving long-awaited good news that day and it was all that I could think about. When I pulled my car into the parking lot of Webster and Wright Realty I had to smile. I'd worked there as an agent for eight years, but this was a special day. W&W was one of the best realty companies in town, and it was a great place to work. One of the senior agents had just quit, leaving me next in line for an office, and for a move into management. Most of the agents worked from shared desks when they were in the office, only the senior agents who managed teams had actual offices. Even though I didn't really spend that much time in the building, I'd been looking forward to getting my own office for years. "Good morning, Nancy." The receptionist smiled at me as I passed through the front area. She was paid to keep that bubbly welcome on tap at all times, but I think I had a bigger smile for once. "Good morning." "Nancy, Mr. Webster wants you to stop by his office." It was finally happening, my day had arrived and it felt great. I was so pumped that I all but skipped down the hall. Setting my bag down, I realized that it was probably the last time I'd sit there. Tomorrow I'd be putting my bag down in my own office. Knocking lightly on the open door to Hal Webster's office, I leaned my head inside. "Nancy, come in," he said. I stepped inside and then he gestured to the door behind me. "Close the door, would you?" "What can I do for you, Hal?" I said. I lowered myself into one of the chairs in front of his desk. Were I a dog, my tail would have wagged as surely as if I'd just seen my owner approaching with my leash in hand. "I wanted to talk to you this morning, before you heard it from someone else," he said. He looked sad as he met my eyes. My heart sank and the grin on my face wilted. Not many happy conversations start with 'before you hear it from someone else'. "As you know, Gary Summers has decided to leave Webster and Wright. This has left a senior agent position open. We've decided to promote Teresa into the position." I was tried to be strong as I saw where the conversation was going, but I couldn't help flinching at the sound of her name. The room seemed smaller and stuffier, and my face felt warm. This couldn't be happening to me. "Teresa? But . . . she's only been with the company for two years! I've been here eight years, Hal." "I'm sorry Nancy, but Teresa is a rising star. She brought in this Mystic Valley project, and she's really proven that she can run with the ball. I know she's jumping past some of you, but it's our decision to make and we made it." It was the worst betrayal imaginable to me. That damned bimbo Teresa had stolen my job. Her of all people--I hated her. My lip started to quiver, and I could feel the tears coming. I felt nauseated as I stumbled out of Hal's office. ********** Teresa. That conniving bimbo was getting my job. I slunk back to my desk. She was the sort of woman who used her looks to get what she wanted. She had that arrogance that beautiful women often possess. She was gorgeous and she knew it. Before she came along, I'd enjoyed the extra attention that my mostly male group of co-workers gave me. Then Teresa arrived, and once they saw her it was like I didn't exist anymore. At the first sight of her big tits they seemed to fall for her. One by one they turned into a bunch of fawning admirers. It wasn't just my jealousy that made me feel strongly about her--there was something else. The other problem I had with her was that, just like my mesmerized male colleagues, I found her hot too. No one at the office knew that I was gay. It had never been a problem for me to hide in the past. Having Teresa around had changed all of that. I had to struggle not to reveal myself by the physical reaction I felt to her presence. I love breasts. I think I always have. Not just my own, but those of all the women I see around me. Discovering my breast obsession at an early age was what made me realize that I was bi. I dated and liked boys, but I couldn't stop looking at all those beautiful breasts I saw around me, looking at them and wanting them. Little breasts, big ones--alright, especially big ones--I was interested in all of them. I wondered how they'd feel, how they'd smell and how they'd taste. I could almost cum from playing with my own, and as much as I hated her I often had cum while imagining I was playing with hers. That's why, even though I really disliked Teresa and her superior attitude, I'd always gone out of my way to be around her. I couldn't resist ogling her beautiful body any more than the men could. She knew she had fantastic tits, and she wore clothing that showed them off all the time. When I was near her my heart beat faster and I even found it difficult to speak at times--that's how strong my attraction had grown. After losing my promotion to her, I came to despise her as I sat there at my crappy little desk. I hated the way she had all the men in the office wrapped around her little finger. She'd probably flirted her way into that Mystic Valley project. She'd probably fucked *everybody* involved in the project, for that matter. I felt so hurt and angry that I began to tear up again. I couldn't let anybody see my pathetic moment of disappointment. I grabbed up my things and fled the office. I didn't have any meetings at the office that day anyway, and I could just come in later when everyone was gone to knock out my paperwork. At least I made it to my car before the tears started in earnest. At home, Teresa still dominated my thoughts. I couldn't believe what had happened to me. It was a nightmare. It wasn't that bad when she'd started with W&W. Sure, all the men had been ga-ga over her, but it wasn't until the last few months that she'd really started to move up. It started when I heard she brought in some secret project. Only the company's senior management seemed to know anything about it. I'd only heard whispered rumors of it, nobody had any details, or if they did, they weren't sharing. Over time I'd seen her interacting more every day with the firm's senior personnel, talking to them about the "Mystic Valley" effort. I'd always hoped that the secret project, whatever it was, would be a miserable failure. I wanted to see her fall on her face. With her occupying the office that should have been mine, it was clear that my bitter fantasy wasn't going to come true any time soon. ********** The next day, I tried to put up a brave front when I got to the office but it was hard. Sitting down at my usual desk, the desk I'd be stuck with for the foreseeable future was just another reminder of my failure. Worse still, there was a note waiting for me--from Teresa. I was to come and see her in "her office" as soon as I arrived. At the door to the office that should have been mine, I composed myself before stepping inside. She waved for me to come in, without looking away from the papers on her desk. I looked around for a moment, trying not to stare at the deep valley of cleavage that was exposed by the way she leaned forward. Her things were already settled into the room from the looks of it, and she looked even more gorgeous than usual. I hated her and hated the way she was making me stand there like an idiot. "Your note said you wanted to talk about something?" "Yes, sorry, give me a moment please." My traitorous eyes returned to her bosom as I waited for her to finish whatever she was doing. She might be an evil, manipulative bitch, but her breasts were incredible. When she finally met my eyes, I only barely managed to avoid getting caught ogling her magnificent rack. "Thanks for coming in, Nancy. You know, we're the only girls in this office, and I think we should spend more time together." She thought we could be friends after she stole my job? I was too stunned to speak. "I was thinking about it, and if you wanted I could probably get Hal to transfer you to my team," she continued. "Your team?" "Yes, I want you to work for me. I know myself how successful pretty girls can be in this business, and I want you to join me." The horrifying thought of having to report to her on top of everything helped me find my tongue. "Oh, thank you. I really appreciate the thought, but I'm pretty happy where I'm at." "Are you sure? The mystic valley project is so big that by the time I'm done I wouldn't be surprised if everybody wanted to work for me." I took a moment, pretending to think it over. "I've heard--everyone is always talking about Mystic Valley, but I'll have to take a pass." "In the end you'll learn about it, don't worry. Everyone here will before I'm done. Well, if I can't get you on my team, maybe I can bother you for an opinion on this outfit. Do you think this shirt is cut too low for a customer meeting?" Her big breasts were squeezed up and together, to the point that they looked ready to burst from the top at any moment. The cleft where they met looked like the softest, creamiest most wonderful patch of skin in the universe. "I know the husband will like it, but I'm worried that the wife might give me that look, you know? I have to show off my girls, but I wouldn't want to go too far," she continued. Teresa's hands tugged at the shirt, adjusting it. Her movements made her boobs jiggle, and I watched those seismic wobbles with my whole body paying full attention. Her finger trailed along one swollen curve, then down into that magnificent cleavage and I just stared. The moment dragged on too long, long enough for a warm feeling to grow in my core and then I found myself aware that Teresa was looking at me with a sly smile. "They're . . . you look great, but it's probably a bit much," I said. Fuck me, but I felt myself growing wet despite the weird mixture of arousal and embarrassment that went through me. I was struck by the horrifying idea that she knew how turned on she was making me, and I felt my face grow warm and flushed. "Why Nancy, thank you. I think you're right, I'd better change," Teresa said, and then she stood up. She moved by me to the door and pushed it closed. She turned to the coat rack that had been out of sight and unzipped the garment bag hanging there. She removed a shirt and took it back to her desk. I was frozen for a second as I realized that she meant to change. The blood in my body seemed to be concentrated in places other than my head, places that were warm and needy and those places wanted me to stay right there. "I, uh, I'd better get going. Thanks again," I said. "You're welcome, and you're always welcome on my team," she said, and then I turned as she began to lift her shirt. In a rush, I opened the door just enough to slip out and closed it behind me. I was embarrassed and angry that she could turn me on with such ease. I couldn't stop thinking about my growing belief that she knew the effect her boobs had on me. How could I ever face her again? ********** Thankfully, my schedule kept me out of the office all day. I couldn't avoid her forever though, and I was starting to think that in addition to losing my promotion, I was going to have to find another job altogether. I spent the whole day obsessing about it, even as I dragged the world's most annoying couple around to six houses, and then haggled with a seller about an inspection issue price reduction. No matter what I was doing, my mind kept wandering back to thinking about her breasts, and that knowing smirk she'd given as I'd stared at them. That night I came in after closing to turn in some paperwork that needed to be processed the first thing the next day. The office lights stay on all night, so I didn't notice that anyone else was there until I heard some faint noise from the end of the building where the offices where. I got up from the crappy little desk that would probably be mine forever and then quietly moved towards the noise. As I neared the hallway the sound grew clearer--someone was moaning! My curiosity more than piqued, I used every bit of stealth I could muster as I made my way down the hall. The sound of a woman groaning in pleasure excited me doubly; first because I was turned on by the voyeuristic thrill of the moment and second because, as I moved closer still, I realized the sound was coming from Teresa's office. I was grabbed by the idea that I might be about to catch Teresa in some embarrassing situation that I could use against her. I didn't make a sound as I carefully peeked around the frame of her open doorway. Teresa sat behind her desk. Her chair was tilted and her head was thrown back. Low moans of pleasure escaped her while I stood there, rapt in the sight before me. She was obviously enjoying the ministrations of someone kneeling in front of her. It was mesmerizing. Teresa looked so incredibly sexy, laying back and moaning, her big breasts jiggling and swaying as she bucked her hips against her unseen paramour. Her sounds grew more insistent. I could hear the muffled wet slurping sounds of the unseen someone going down on her. I was so caught up in the moment that I almost didn't duck back out of the way when she began to move. Bringing her hands down to guide her partner, I saw Teresa sitting straighter up in her chair before I lost sight of her. I could still hear her voice though. "Oh yes, that's it. Nothing matters to you now but pleasing me. If you're a good boy, I'll drain you again afterwards, would you like that?" "Yes, mistress," a muffled male voice said. Mistress? It sounded like she had somebody even more whipped than I'd thought. All I had to do was walk in on them, and she would be busted. I couldn't wait to see her face. I'd have Hal on his cell phone in minutes, and then I'd expose his little star for the whore she was. "Like that, just like that. Oh, yes," she said, and then her voice descended into gasping moans. Listening to Teresa cumming was erotic in a voyeuristic sort of way. Even though I couldn't see her, I found myself imagining her big tits heaving as she came. I listened to her cries as they gradually calmed, and then I heard her voice again. Her breath regained, Teresa sounded like her arrogant self when she spoke. "That was very nice, Hal. You can lick up all my delicious pussy juice, but be gentle now." Hal! The man eating her out was Hal. Oh. My. God. I'd been so sure I was going to ruin her and then suddenly even that was snatched away from me. She was fucking one of the company's founding partners--the one that ran the place, truth be told. I couldn't tell anybody. Even if I could cause some problems for the two of them, it would be the end of me. That's how I ended up slinking away from my second defeat of the day, creeping, so the woman I hated could fuck our boss in peace. I guess I should have seen it coming. I'd heard Hal was going through a messy divorce. And Teresa was a beautiful woman. Still, it infuriated me that she was using her body to get ahead. She'd fucked me out of that office--literally. ********** After thinking about it all night, I decided to confront her the next day. Even if it ended up eventually getting me fired, I had to say something to her. She wasn't in her new office that morning. I waited around as long as I could, until finally I gave in and called her cell phone. "Oh. Hi, Nancy. What can I do for you?" "I . . . I need to talk to you. Privately," I said. "I'm pretty busy today, can it wait?" "Not really." "Do you have a bit of time right now?" "Sure." "Great. I'll be done with the couple I'm showing this place to by the time you can get here. Why don't you come over?" She gave me the address. I drove over there, letting my anger seethe while I thought about what I'd say to her. I parked in front of the house, right behind Teresa's car. I walked up to the front door, and found it open. "The damned air conditioning is out. What a nightmare. I had these people out to see the house and got here to find it's like five hundred degrees inside. I cracked the windows, but it didn't help much," Teresa said as I entered the furnace-like house. "Wow, it's hot as hell in here," I said. "Come on, you might as well have a look at it while I close up the windows. The open windows didn't seem to have any effect on the temperature in the house. It was like an oven. I felt myself starting to sweat all over. "Teresa, I have something that I really need to talk to you about," I said as my eyes adjusted to the light in the house. "Alright, shoot." "It's about you, actually. You're, well you're pissing me off at the office with your behavior." "What? What are you talking about?" "I see what you're doing. I should have been the one promoted--not you. I'm sick and tired of the way you use your body to get ahead." As I mentioned her body, my eyes couldn't help but sink down to her chest. She was, as usual, showing off her bosom. Her shirt was cut low enough to expose a deep valley of cleavage between her gargantuan melons. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about how you use your big tits to get what you want. How you used your boobs to steal my promotion, in particular." I was furious, but my anger couldn't stop my eyes from falling down to her cleavage again and again. "Alright, I admit it. I use my breasts to get my way sometimes. Don't tell me you haven't ever done the same." "That's not the same at all. I may have gotten some minor advantage here or there. But there's a big difference between wearing a low cut top and fucking your way to the top." Her eyes narrowed. "Fucking my way to the top?" "I *saw* you and Hal last night. So, yes, *fucking* your way to the top. Whore." "You saw us? Then you don't even know what you saw. I've never fucked Hal. Sure, I let the old goat lick my pussy sometimes, but that's all. It helps keep him under my control." "Your control?" "That's right. He's learned to do whatever I want him to. So have most of the senior agents, to tell the truth. They let me make the decisions." "What the hell are you talking about?" "They're all my good little toys. I don't just use my tits to draw attention; I use them to take control. None of the men in the project can think around me once I've taken them over, I own them now." "That's the craziest story I've ever heard. You can't turn people into helpless zombies that do whatever you want just because you have huge boobs." My face grew warm as I realized I'd just complimented her chest without intending it. She just continued, ignoring me. "You know, I haven't brought any women into the project yet--you'd be the first. It would be good to have a woman . . . under me. What do you say, Nancy?" "Thanks, but I'm not interested in working 'under you', Teresa." "Then why are you staring at my breasts?" she asked with a giggle. I had a queer urge to say that they looked so perfect, so divinely female, so soft and wonderful, that was why I stared. "You're crazy if you think I give a damn about your tits," I said instead. "I think you're just as interested in them as the boys." "That--that's ridiculous." It felt even warmer in the house then, standing there talking about her chest. "Is that right? Prove it then," Teresa demanded as she stepped closer to me with a weird smirk on her face. "Prove it?" "That's right. You claim you aren't fascinated by my boobs. I want proof. I want you to take a good look, right here, right now, and tell me you don't feel anything." She stepped closer still as she said it. My eyes dropped to her front, dancing across the creamy flesh exposed by her low-cut top until they locked on her cleavage. I found myself unable to speak. Teresa smiled and then stepped closer still. Mystic Valley Sex OK, OK, I know it sounds really bad to say that about someone, especially when that someone is you, but what else can I say. It's so very true and I have never been one to lie about things or about myself. What? What am I talking about? Who am I? Well let me clear things up a little bit for you. My name is Cathy. I'm 21 years old, 5'6" and weighing in at a wonderful 125 lbs. Not too bad right? Not too waif and not too heavy, not that those are bad things at all. Anyway, I have long black hair that is very curly and I have light brown eyes. People, mostly men, say I have a nice smile, but I think they're just looking at my body when they say that. While certainly not porn quality material, I'm definitely attractive, with my nice tight ass and my (too small) B-cup tits. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am a total slut. Yeah, that's what I was talking about earlier. I'm a total slut and I love it. Sex is just something that plays an enormous part in my life. Now don't get me wrong, I don't go around naked and fuck anything that moves, but I have been known to indulge myself in a number of men and women from time to time...to time. These sexual feelings all started in high school after I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16 to a senior at a party. You've heard it all before so I'll spare you the details. Let's just say that that one great fuck unveiled a whole new world of sexual pleasure to me. Anyway, on to my story. I had just moved to beautiful Mystic Valley in the month of August. I was accepted to attend the Mystic Valley University as a transfer student from UCLA, and moved there about a month before the semester started. After I settled into my small, perfect-for-college-income apartment, I looked around for a job. Well, lucky for me I was hired at a clothing store in the Mystic Valley Mall, making a slave's wages for the week, but enough to get me by the school year. Yeah, yeah I know...GET TO THE SEX! Man, you people are demanding! Well after a few days of making friends, I was invited to a little before-the-semester party by one of the girl's in my apartment building. So, always up for a party and always looking for a little action, I dressed in my sexiest black dress, held on my body by two thin straps and rising just above my knees. Since my titties are small and firm, I hardly ever wear a bra. So, looking myself over once in the mirror and confirming that in my own eyes I looked fucking hot, I made my way 3 floors below to the sounds of the raging party. Well, this little get-together was something more along the lines of a 5 kegger (5 kegs of beer, duh) and the apartment was already overflowing with returning students. 'Good thing this is a students only building,' I thought to myself as I made my way through the crowd, grabbing a beer and saying my 'helloes' to the people I did know. After about 2 hours of being cramped and shoved together with 50 or so drunk college guys, and having my ass grabbed an uncountable number of times (not at all too unpleasant), I decided to call it quits for the night. As I finally pushed my way out the door and into the nearly empty hallway, a voice called out behind me barely heard above the racket. "What?" I asked, turning around to see possibly the hottest guy I have seen in a very long time walking up to me. "I said," he repeated, leaning in close to my ear to be heard, "where are you going? The hottest girl at the party leaves before I have a chance to hit on her?" Well, this was very nice...very nice indeed. "Yeah, it was getting way too crazy in there for me. I'm not much of a drinker, well beer drinker anyway, and I prefer the comfortable get-togethers of say 10 people, not 100," I replied into his own ear, laughing. "Same here," he replied. "Hey listen, my name is John." "Cathy," I said, extending my hand in introduction. "Nice to meet you, Cathy," John smiled. "So, do you want to get out of here Cathy? Go for a walk or something? Getting kind of stuffy in this building." "Sure, lead the way," I smiled and followed John out the building and into the warm night. Since it was the last lingering days of August, the Indian Summer still held sway over the weather and it was warm night, but not humid which made everything seem comfortable. As John and I walked across the grass of the park next to the apartments, I couldn't help but stare at him. John was a little taller than me, 5'9" and nicely toned, not overly muscular, with short brown hair and from what I could remember in the hallway hazel or light brown eyes. And while my mouth absently talked to John about moving here from LA and how he was a junior Biology major, my eyes were looking at his crotch and the hardening bulge showing and my mind was telling me that it was been 2 months since I last had sex. Far too long. "Sex," John had finished some unheard sentence, but I heard that. "Uhmm, what was that?" I asked, my eyes returning to his. Laughing a little, John repeated himself. "I was saying how those parties are just an excuse for guys and girls to get together and have sex. I don't understand, if a guy wants to hook up with a girl, why not just tell her that?" Smiling to myself I agreed with him. I shifted my stance a little, jutting my ass out enough to make him notice it beneath the rising fabric of my dress. "So John," I began, knowing that my sex drought would now be over, "do you want to hook up with me?" In answer, John closed the distance between our bodies and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me against his crotch so that I could feel his hard cock. "What do you think, Cathy?" "Well," I grinned, sliding my hand down his chest and over his bulging member, fondling it through the jeans he wore, "I think that this cock needs some fresh air." With that, I gave John a hard squeeze and he leaned down to kiss me, pressing his lips hard against mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth, seeking and playing with mine. John's hands moved from my hips to my ass, kneading it hard, while my own hands wrapped themselves tightly around his neck as our kissing intensified. I got so caught up in the moment that I began viscously rubbing my wet pussy against John's hard cock, dry humping him. "Whoo, whoo, slow down honey," John laughed breaking apart from my horny embrace. "If you keep doing that, then I'll cum in my pants." "Sorry, just been a while since I got some," I smiled and slowly sank to my knees on the grass before John. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down around his ankles, staring at his hard cock poking out from beneath his plaid boxers. Quickly removing them, I grasped John's 8" hard cock in my hands and started jerking it slowly, bringing a small moan of pleasure from John. Not wanting to waste anymore time, and besides the fact that I was totally horny right now, I shoved John's cock into my warm mouth and began sucking him off. My head bobbed forward and backwards as I moved John's thick shaft back towards my throat, teasing him with the idea of deep-throating him, then pulling all but the fat head out and sucking that like a vacuum. John's fingers, which had at first been gently running through my hair, now tightened their grip as his hips began to move faster, fucking my mouth. I couldn't help myself, the feeling of his hard shaft forcing itself past and into my throat again and again made me so hot that I began to moan around John's fucking cock. "You like that Cathy?" John asked through his own grunts and groans. "You like me fucking your mouth this way?" I was in total ecstasy and could only moan in reply. Suddenly, John's thrusting stopped and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Lowering himself to his knees, he kissed me on the neck, his hands pushing me onto my back. John's tongue was licking its way along my neck as his hands pulled down the front of my dress, revealing my small tits to the night air. John quickly sucked one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking across it as he sucked, his hands squeezing my tits in passion. He switched to the other nipple, biting this one gently, as my hands ran through his hair, my groans of passion spurring him on. As John began his descent towards my sopping pussy, I stopped him. "No," I moaned in pleasure, "I'm too horny, just put that beautiful cock inside of me right now!" John smiled and his hands raised the hem of my dress up to my waist, then pulling off my drenched panties, John feasted his eyes on my neatly trimmed, wet pussy. John grabbed his cock and slowly ran its head along my pussy lips, my juices mixing with the pre-cum flowing from it. In hot passion and need, I grabbed John's cock away from him and directed it into my awaiting pussy, my lips sucking it inside them. "No fooling around tonight, just fuck me hard and fast baby," I grinned, wrapping my legs up and around his waist. John smiled down at me and slammed his cock fully into my pussy, causing me to cry out in pleasure. "You like that Cathy?" John asked, his body slamming his thick meat into my soaked pussy. "You like to be fucked hard and fast?" Another moan was all I could make in reply, as my body reacted to John's skillful fucking. He picked up his pace, thrusting his cock harder and harder against me, causing my ass to rise up off the ground with each wild thrust. "Ahhh, ahhh, yes faster, ahhh," my coos became louder now as I felt my body's rapid rise to climax approaching. John's groans became louder now as well as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, fucking me harder than I have ever been fucked before, whispering his desires into my ear as he did so. "You're so fucking hot Cathy, mmmm, you pussy's so tight baby, making me come inside of you, ohhh, you fucking bitch, you are so good," John moaned, whispered, shouted, all the while his thrusting cock putting me over the edge. My climax hit me suddenly and hard, as my pussy walls clenched around John's cock, my legs tightened around his waist, as my head was thrown back and my body arched in orgasm. "Mmmm, yessss, fuck me yessss," I screamed into the night air. John was not far behind me, grunting in orgasm, biting into my shoulder as his cock erupted inside my pussy, his jism flowing out deep inside me. We lay like that for a number of minutes, John tenderly kissing my ear, my neck, my tits, my mouth as his cock softened and slipped from my pussy. "God, that was so good Cathy," John smiled, pulling his jeans back up. I stood and fixed my dress, gathering my panties from where John had tossed them during our fucking. "John," I began, "that was more than good. That was incredible." Moving close to him, I ran my hands over his body. "Can I see you again?" John asked, at which point we exchanged numbers and such and went our separate ways. Honestly, I didn't think I would see John again, but imagine my surprise when after a few days, who comes walking into the clothing store looking as hot as he did that first night? You guessed it, John. John, dressed in a casual yet stylish shirt and pants, sauntered up to me while I was hanging some shirts on a sales rack. "Hi Cathy, what's up?" John greeted. "Nothing much John, how are you doing?" John gave a quick look around the store and when seeing it virtually empty, wrapped his arms around my waist pulling his hard member against me. "I'm doing very good now Cathy," he smiled. "Just had to see you again and since the semester started, this has been the first chance I got." I lowered my own hands to lightly rub John's bulge, his body covering up my actions from prying eyes. "Well, I'm glad to see you too baby, but how did you know I worked here?" John laughed and told me that I mentioned it while we were walking that wonderful night a few days ago. Laughing myself, I replied that I didn't remember too much but the fucking that night. John's hands lowered to my ass, giving it a loving squeeze then moving to the front, sliding up underneath the hem of my white skirt. "So," John whispered into my ear, kissing it, "how's about a little something now?" John's hands grazed across my panty-clad pussy, causing a chill to come across my body. Looking around the store and not seeing my boss readily available, I nodded and grabbing his hands led John into one of the dressing rooms. Once inside, we attacked each other in passion, kissing lips and necks and ears, our hands seeking out the other's pleasurable spots. John's hands sliding up underneath my black tank-top and roughly fondling my tits. My own hands had already worked John's pants open and had his cock out, jerking it off as fast as I could. John pushed me down onto the small bench in the dressing room, kneeling between my legs. "I know we don't have much time to do this, but I want...no need to taste your pussy Cathy," John said, his hands sliding my panties down to my ankles and my skirt up around my waist. If the feeling of John's hot breath against my dripping snatch was Heaven, then when his tongue snaked out and licked me from my asshole to my clit the feeling was pure Utopia. John wasted no more time after that, his mouth kissing my pussy, his lips sucking on my lips, his teeth nibbling on my exposed clit. John slid 2 fingers inside my loosening hole and began finger-fucking me fast, while his mouth dedicated itself to my clit. My hands entwined in John's hair, pulling his face hard against my pussy, my thighs tightly gripping his head between them. "Mmmm, yes, shit yes, ohhh," I couldn't stop moaning and eventually had to bite down on my hand to stifle my cries of pleasure. John pulled his face away from my pussy and quickly stood before me, his throbbing cock sliding inside my sugar walls. We both let out a moan of ecstasy, then John started sliding his shaft in and out of my pussy, taking long, deliberate strokes. John pinned my hands over my head and against the wall, slowly torturing me with his long and slow thrusts. "Please John," I begged, "please baby, fuck me, mmmm, fuck me." John smiled and grabbed my legs from around his waist, raising them over his shoulders. He suddenly picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming short, quick, and hard. My now freed hands went to work rubbing my clit, as John looked down at me urging me on. "Yeah Cathy, yeah bitch, mmmmm, cum for me Cathy, cum baby, ohh." It didn't even take that much, as my body exploded into orgasm. "YESSS, FUCK MEEEEE," I screamed forgetting where I was, as my entire body shook with pleasure. John's face clenched in pleasure and he let out a low moan as his cock filled my pussy up with its hot cum. Even though I wanted to stay this way with John, his softening cock still in my pussy overflowing with both our juices, I needed to get back to work before I got into trouble. We quickly got dressed and somewhat presentable and left the dressing room. After looking around, it seemed no one had heard our lovemaking. "You had better call me," I said kissing John passionately on the lips. John smiled and simply stated, "Of course I will, I still haven't had your ass yet baby." At that we both laughed and I watched John leave the store. Of course John called me and after making him beg for it, I gave up my ass to him. John and I dated for about 2 years before we graduated and went our separate ways. But, all that is for another story. *This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, so please send comments of any sort! Thanks.* Mystic Valley "You are my slave," she said, and they gave their agreement in between heaving breaths. "Don't fight it, boys. Give yourselves to me. Squirt the silly will out of your bodies. Drain yourselves of all resistance, until there is nothing but obedience to *me*," she said. Their breathing grew ragged and then they were groaning. One by one they came, wet stains appearing on the front of their pants as they climaxed at her command. Teresa laughed at them then, and something about watching her dominating them turned me on incredibly. Seeing her take control made me wet, even when it was someone else being conquered. "Lovely, very good, let it all out. Now what do you say, slaves?" "Thank you, mistress," they answered en masse once more. "You can go now," Teresa gestured to the door. When the men had filed out she turned to me. I stared at her bare breasts with shameless need. My crotch burned for her. I felt like I couldn't breathe, her beauty was that powerful to me. "That leaves only you, Nancy. You've seen how much control I have over them. You can't possibly deny my power now. You're almost one of them now." "No, I'm not. I-I love you," I said. She smiled and stepped closer still. Her hands cupped her big tits and pressed them together again. I was mesmerized by that sea of jiggling woman flesh, by the dark crevice formed between their bulging curves. "Of course you do. I do control you though--your pussy is wet, isn't it?" she breathed the words softly. Teresa was so hot I couldn't think of anything but her and her beautiful body. It was as if the fire burning in my clenching pussy had spread to my mind, filling me with a fiery desire to do anything this goddess wanted. All I wanted was to give myself to her beauty and power and just become *hers*. "Yes," I whispered, helpless to fight the all-consuming urge I felt to submit to her. "That's right. Your pussy is already wet for me. Your resistance is dripping right out of you. You're going to cum for me. Every time you do, you're going to fall deeper under my spell. You've wandered into my mystic valley and you can't escape, can you?" "No, mistress," I admitted, and she smiled at the word. Teresa stepped closer still and then I was lowering my head, my eyes locked on her cleavage. My face down until I was right there, her big tits filling my view before I gave in and let my face fall into her soft flesh. She let me just rest there, drinking in the smell of her and feeling her breasts surround my face. After a time I felt her hand in my hair. The moment was so intense, so exciting, that I felt my arousal growing towards climax just from resting there. I started to moan. "That it, you love my big tits. You can't resist them. Now kiss them, my little slave," she urged, her hand guided my head as I showered the top of her breasts with kisses. My moaning intensified as I felt myself getting hornier still. My pussy was on fire and then it happened. I groaned at the sensation of her glorious boobs in my face. A part of me thought about what she'd said, about how I'd fall deeper under her spell if I came. It just turned me on even more, I wanted to be hers. Shaking, I came right there. The force of it made me stop kissing her. She laughed softly at me as I shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me. Teresa waited a moment as I caught my breath. "What do you say, Nancy?" "Thank you, mistress." "Good girl. I think you're going to learn to love having your resistance drained, even more than the men. Suck it, give me all that resistance," she ordered. I pulled the protruding nipple into my mouth and savored its musky flavor. I loved the way it felt, having her big tit filling my face was wonderful. "Don't fight it. Cum for me again, Nancy. Give yourself to my power." Suckling at her like a baby I came so hard I thought my head would explode. It was fantastic, and it went on and on. My hips shook with the force of my climax as moaned and shook with the force of the lust that possessed me. "More, I want all of you baby. Don't stop," she urged. My breathing was still ragged, but somehow I managed to return to sucking. My juicy pussy tightened as I felt my world rearranging around me. Every moment of delicious worship made it clearer that this was what I was meant to be: hers. I came again and my legs grew so weak that I had to lean against her to stay upright. "Thank you, mistress," I gasped, drool trickling from my sucking mouth as I stared vacantly at her gorgeous tits. "Tell me what you are, Nancy." "Your slave, mistress." "No, that's not quite right. You're my *favorite* slave," she said. "You resisted, and you turn me on, and that makes you special." When she said I was her favorite I almost had another climax, it felt that good. All I wanted was to worship her breasts forever, to just keep cumming and cumming until there was no me anymore. Until all that was left was submissive lust for her. My mistress's hand slid down into my panties. I felt her finger invade my burning wet slit, brushing against my sensitive clit hard enough to make me shudder before she brought the hand up to her face. Teresa sucked the slick finger into her mouth and sighed. "Your 'resistance' is delicious, sweetie. I'm going to enjoy draining it from you." Then she kissed me, her hands cupping my ass and pulling me in tight. Her divine breasts mashed warm and soft over mine, and I wanted the embrace to go on forever. I could never have enough of feeling this way, of being held and wanted and controlled by my mistress. "I think we should take this back to my place. Would you like that?" she said after she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Oh yes mistress." She looked around the room for a moment, then back to me with a grin. "You thought this was going to be your office, huh?" "Yes, mistress." "Then I'll make sure that it will be. After I take over Hal's office I'll let you have this one. First I'll need to bring the rest of the staff over to my special project. Do you think that I'll have any trouble trapping them all in my mystic valley?" "No mistress, how could anyone ever resist you?" "Look at you, all pretty and smart and *mine*. Come on, it's time for you to visit somewhere the boys can only dream of--my bedroom." - The End -